Journey to the West: The gods and Buddhas panicked when the monkey was trapped inside him.

Pigsy stood to the side, clutching the hem of the monk's robe in his hand, his big ears twitching slightly.

His eyes darted around, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Guanyin, the other two, and Sun Wukong.

The atmosphere is off.

The three women immediately started staring at Monkey King's hat and wouldn't let go of it, while Monkey King wore a forced, insincere smile.

Pigsy quietly took half a step back.

Today's religious ceremony is sure to be a good show.

Sha Wujing remained as honest and taciturn as ever, standing there with his head down, neither looking at anything nor saying anything.

In response to Tang Sanzang's question, Sun Wukong burst into laughter.

When Sun Wukong heard Tang Sanzang's question, he grinned.

He took the monk's hat and strode up to Tang Sanzang.

"Master, there's nothing wrong with the hat itself."

"It's just that the size the old lady prepared doesn't quite fit my old Sun's head."

"I just tried it on in my room, and this hat is too small. It's making my forehead hurt."

As Sun Wukong spoke, he looked Tang Sanzang up and down, examining the hat on his head.

"Look at the hat on your head, Master. It's a good size."

"How about this, master and disciple switch?"

"The disciple wears the master's hat, and the master wears the one in the disciple's hand."

"Since it's all for the sake of this ritual, what difference does it make who wears it?"

Change your hat!

These words echoed in the main hall, causing Guanyin, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra to nearly skip a beat.

Sun Wukong definitely discovered it!

He not only saw through the headband hidden in the monk's hat, but also wanted to turn the tables and put the headband directly on Tang Sanzang's head!

"No!"

Guanyin suddenly took a big step forward, her voice several decibels higher than before.

She disregarded all decorum befitting a mortal woman and reached out to grab the monk's hat from Sun Wukong's hand.

"If Elder Sun finds the size unsuitable, I will go to the storeroom and fetch a new one right away!"

"This is my father's religious ceremony; how can we allow the elder to steal the holy monk's hat?"

"Quickly give this ill-fitting hat to me, I'll go change it for you!"

Guanyin's finger was about to touch the edge of the monk's hat.

Sun Wukong lightly touched the ground with his toes and slightly shifted his body to the side, effortlessly avoiding Guanyin's grabbing hand.

"There's no need for you to make this trip, lady."

Sun Wukong spoke politely, but his movements did not falter at all.

"Going to get it again would be too much trouble; don't delay the auspicious time."

"It would be very convenient for me and my master to switch. My master would definitely fit perfectly with my hat."

Sun Wukong turned around and handed the monk's hat in his hand directly to Tang Sanzang.

"Master, don't you think so?"

"Come on, let's switch!"

Tang Sanzang sat in the chair, his gaze sweeping over the hat in Sun Wukong's hand before finally settling on Guanyin's face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Manjushri and Samantabhadra's subconscious steps forward.

Tang Sanzang was a mortal with physical eyes, but he was not stupid.

The women's urgency and panic, along with Wukong's unusual behavior, immediately gave him a plan.

There's definitely something wrong with this hat.

Tang Sanzang gave the Old Mother of Lishan a deep look, his gaze revealing an undisguised estrangement.

Then, Tang Sanzang turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong, his tone unusually calm.

"it is good."

"Since you feel it's not suitable, then I will switch with you."

As he spoke, Tang Sanzang reached out to take the monk's hat from Sun Wukong's hand.

Upon seeing this, Manjushri and Samantabhadra shouted in unison.

"No!"

Guanyin's aura surged, and she no longer cared about concealing her mortal identity. She gathered her magic power in her palm and fiercely intervened to stop them.

"Sun Wukong! Stop!"

But it was too late.

Sun Wukong gave them no time to react, his figure moving like a whirlwind, instantly appearing beside Tang Sanzang's chair.

With lightning speed, he ripped off Tang Sanzang's neatly arranged monk's hat and tossed it aside.

The monk's hat, which he held in his left hand and concealed the headband, was placed directly onto Tang Sanzang's bald head.

The movements were fluid and incredibly fast; Guanyin and the other two's magical powers didn't even have time to touch the hem of Sun Wukong's clothes.

"Master! Put it on properly!"

Sun Wukong's loud laughter echoed throughout the entire hall.

hum!

The moment the monk's hat was placed on Tang Sanzang's head, a strange change occurred.

The silk camouflage on the monk's hat vanished instantly, turning into specks of golden light.

A metal ring covered in runes was revealed.

The headband tightened abruptly the moment it touched Tang Sanzang's scalp.

The metal ring was firmly embedded in Tang Sanzang's flesh, taking root as if it had always been growing on his head.

Guanyin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Manjushri and Samantabhadra abruptly stopped, their expressions solemn.

Old Mother Lishan turned her head away, pretending to look at the wood carvings on the roof beam.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Guanyin looked at Tang Sanzang, who was sitting steadily in the chair with a golden headband around his head, and her mind was buzzing.

Everything is in chaos.

This was completely beyond their control.

The three of them raced through their minds, trying to figure out how to clean up the mess in front of them.

Standing not far away, Pigsy stared intently at the golden headband on Tang Sanzang's head.

He was stunned for a moment, then a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Pigsy finally couldn't hold it in and let out a soft "pfft" laugh.

He secretly gave himself a thumbs up: As expected of Monkey King, he was able to find such a hidden and vicious thing and put it on his master without making a sound.

This time, Buddhism has shot itself in the foot.

Pigsy's laughter sounded particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

Guanyin turned her head, and her cold and sharp gaze instantly fell on Zhu Bajie.

Pigsy quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, forcibly silencing himself, and pretended to cough twice.

But the barely suppressed laughter in his small eyes, and the slight trembling of his shoulders as he tried to hold it in, couldn't be hidden no matter what.

As Tang Sanzang sat in the chair, he felt a cold, hard object around his head.

The metal ring was tightly constricting his forehead. It didn't hurt, but the sensation of it being rooted in his flesh and blood was exceptionally clear.

He was not alarmed, nor did he reach out to pull on the golden headband.

Tang Sanzang understood most of it; this must be a vicious magic weapon that someone wanted to use to control his eldest disciple.

Tang Sanzang slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the three ashen-faced Guanyin and others, and settling on Sun Wukong standing beside him.

He let out a long sigh.

"Wukong".

Tang Sanzang's voice was gentle, without anger, but filled with endless complexity.

"If this happens again, you can simply tell your teacher directly."

"I will take care of it for you and protect you."

Tang Sanzang touched the tight headband on his head and gave a wry smile.

"Why do you... treat your teacher like this?"